There were so, so many ways Gabe could answer that question. Only one honest way.

"Not terribly well, to be honest," Gabe said bluntly, moving forward to come to his chair and eyeing his dinner unhappily. The sight of it made his stomach church with anxiety and apprehension. He glanced at Zero again with a frown. It seemed like every time he came back into the room his room-mate was getting worse in some way. Gabe had no reason not to offer help on this occasion--or any other.

"Do you need help tonight?" he asked with a furrow in his brow. "What happened the last?"